Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.